Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world can't me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral home on
All those new niggaz there
But a lot later a whole gang of people thought
The of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I honest
Can't go with me on this though
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
Where we to for breakfast?
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up in the

Had a couple of dollar to my name
Roc a Fella
One of the
for my day to come
Just give me the

Nah, this ain't Jigga, your lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to these live from the street
Game I those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter

Peep the steez, I represent for all those with eight grams
On a come up, tryin' to the keys
niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a and creep to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do it
tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I split with my ring finger

You find a bitch that don't be cream, her
Last seen with Bing, he got between us
is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and Johnson
For the who wants it?

I go to sleep with a of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
From sundown to sunup on

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', kill you dead"
One week of hustlin' brought a livin' room set
Went to Tom D's, niggaz mad, out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks before came out

Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch the third floor like, "Why little nigga?"
please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, like cancer and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
Just me the word